So I actually don't have internet right now, or a phone, and my scanner's on crack. Making this site kinda frivolous. I still like it. *whistles in the world where anyone can whistle* Anyway, this summer's been weird . . I worked echoes of truth, which means I painted for an entire month and got paid really well for it (this became rent money) but didn't get to keep a damn thing. They auctioned them off . . which was sorta sad since I liked my watercolor clowns this time around. I haven't really painted or drawn or anything since. . ;__: Not anything vaguely worth putting up here. When I get my internet back (someday) I'll have to post I.V.'s bondage otters though. They may be marvelous, though I've lost my leather brush for photoshop so they may have to have those "artistically" cut up bondage suits. ;__; Anyway, just thought I'd stop in for a moment.

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Gah, well I was in a wreck last night, coming home from a show. Jody's car is totalled (it was a honda civic. .. not quite a match for one of those new-obscenely large-ford trucks), and Dana's sore as fuck. . .but we're okay. They made us go to the hospital because we're under 18 . . .and well, my face got roughed up by the air bag. . . seriously. . I'm a cross between Mick Jagger, Angelina Jolie, and Rudolph. We're already thinking of a story for school, I mean I hurt my foot too. . so I have the gangster walk down pat. ^__^

Anyway, I got a nifty ice pack from the hospital that I can strap to my face. . didn't notice that part last night. . . of course I couldn't even light a fucking cigarette. . (which turns out is a bad, bad idea anyway with burnt/busted lips *shudders*) and I'm thinking that once the swelling goes down I'll turn all kinds of pretty colors. The nice paramedic guy reminded me that air bags deploy at about 200mph and likened it to being sucker punched by Mike Tyson. Also mentioned that without my seatbelt I'd probably have become one with that truck. >.< Which means I'll here after have to throw fits whenever somebody doesn't wear one within the general vacinity of me.

Mum flipped out (I ended up having to sign myself out of the hospital because I couldn't get them to wake up) . . . after Dana dropped me off, at which point I was dearly regretting the seat belt.

And since she only let me get 3 hours of sleep, if that, I think I'm gonna go take a nap. . . I just thought I'd let everyone know firsthand. Oh, and if you wanna call. . . go ahead, I probably won't be having wonderful dreams. . and well . . I somehow doubt I'll be going anywhere again for a very, very long time. ;__;

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Happy Halloween!

My costume this year: Procrastinator.

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Hahahah. For the first time in . . maybe ever, I've no messages here. >.> I cheated a bit. . skipping a tonne. If you get a number of random comments on old work, I've been browsing about what I missed.

I have been drawing, even though I've not been around a lot or submitting. I've been my usual seasonal basketcase, though I don't think I've ever seen anything that literally qualifies as a "basketcase".

In fact, I have a special sketchbook now, apart from journally one and catch-all one. This one houses my comic, littered with characters, filled with everything from their personalities to their pasts to the clothes they wear and things they do. Unfortunately, I've always been one of those character, rather than plot, writers. I have ideas and the scenes just pop into my head as they will, but I'm not sure if the way I'm tying them together works. Hell, since I've not tested it on anyone, I'm not sure it's even coherent. *shrugs* I may type up a little summary. . scriptish thing of it to post, so I can beg for critique. Or nab some school children.

Anyway, I'm off to Missouri tomorrow. Camping, hopefully. Stalking the old children, mayhaps. Be back Monday . . but I'm catching a bus early on Tuesday to Ky. And. . I'll be back early enough (supposedly) to mourn the end of summer on the 12th (Friday before school starts). However, the brillant news is that father's scanner is spiffy, he has unlimited long distance, and I get to see my cat. Plus, he thinks my raggedy clothes reflect poorly upon him or reflect him poorly or something . . . thus school shopping. ^__^

So if you want to hear from me or you want to be on my list of "random" prank calls . . . just lemme know. ^__^